Now We Both Look Asian Novels & Stories

I didn't pay close attention to who it was, assuming it was Sky or that bodyguard. "Honey, I'm home!" A male voice yelled as the door slid shut, and there was laughter. Turning to the intruders, I'm immediately amazed by the two men that walk – no, strut – in, wearing an all-black suit. They both look Asian – Korean, to be specific – and they have an unfathomable appeal about them. Whether it was because of their looks or it was how they were, I couldn't say. They looked like models fresh out of the runways. Fucking hell, they look like K-Pop idols. One of them catches my eye, and he smiles. I stare for a moment too long before looking away awkwardly. His eyes were as black as night, and yet

So, I suppose it was natural that an entirely improper thought crossed my mind at the point that, as I read her status. Jasmine and Alia were both recently eighteen. Jasmine is half Asian Indian, half English and Alia has middle eastern parents, from the Lebanon. They are both gorgeous with golden-olive skin, and brown eyes. Jasmine has shortish black hair, while Alia’s is long, waist-length nearly. Both girls are very, very pretty and hot but in a rather demure way.

“Actually, I—” “He’s a famous businessman,” Alissa cut in quickly. “You must’ve seen him on the news.” Shane let out a sharp scoff from behind them. Alissa shot him a glare but said nothing. Alice and Leon exchanged glances, unconvinced. Their eyes kept drifting toward Asher. Finally, Alice asked bluntly, “Is he your boyfriend?” A deep blush crept up Alissa’s cheeks. Their features were too different for them to pass as siblings. Asher’s features were a distinct mix of Asian and European, while Alissa’s biracial identity leaned toward deeper skin and tight curls.

I didn’t even have to endure an interview or pushy reporters. We find the room and open the sliding paper doors of this Asian fusion bar to see our companions already sitting on the floor at the low Japanese-style table. Leaning heads together, immersed, as they read through or watch something intriguing on Jyeon’s phone. Looking very much like two teen boys from my past who were always glued at the hip and up to no good ninety percent of the time. I pause for a second to enjoy the familiar sight, and it warms my heart to see them this way. Like we were back a decade ago, and nothing has happened to change how we once were.

The closer, the clearer. Jordan looked at her intently. Beautiful, very beautiful. Her face was soft and pleasing to the eye. But this woman wasn't very tall, nor was she red-haired. Her hair was dark brown, almost black. Jordan could confirm that the woman who will be his companion was not pure white. Obviously, because her father looks very Asian. However, there was something attractive about her face. Jordan was not disappointed, because it was the first time he would be with a woman who has Asian blood. It seems that the story would be interesting in the reality show.

Feeling relaxed about being lying down on the ground like this with her on top. Her small face leaned over his face, not a 100% American blood, but mixed with Asian blood. Big brown eyes, nice high nose, her beautiful full lips, looked sweet, making his imagination fly to where it should not go. "Really? What's your name? How do you plan to escape?"

We arrive at the venue right on time, I have the gift tickets printed out in an envelope and we are dressed in matching dress shirts and chinos. Ashton is wearing a maroon colored shirt and I’m wearing an olive colored one, same model. And we both have black chinos. Ashton’s hear is a hot mess, we still haven’t had the time to cut it. I like it though, he’s hot as fuck with a messy look like this. Bed head but more stylish.

Once I saw the footage Chris had talked about, I realized that his description had been an understatement; that the Asian woman wasn't pretty—she was beautiful. She was slender and rather petite, with gorgeous shoulder-long black hair, black almond-shaped eyes, and full lips. On the two-second recording, she looked frightened and worried with her watery eyes displaying nothing but sorrow and longing. I had never seen Lanfen, but looking at that woman's face, I was certain that I was looking at the one who had once broken Aren's heart. Of course, I needed something that would confirm her identity, but for now, I had to put it on my very long to-do list…

he taunted. I shook my head. “No, and I wasn't ogling them.” I grumbled. “Oh please, Hibiki. That one Asian girl who was getting tag teamed had your full attention, of your eyes and downstairs.” he laughed, pointed down at his crotch. “I know she had my attention. Don’t see many curvy Asian beauties like that.” he waggled his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and opened the folder, starting to flip through six years of reports. “She was Japanese. Seriously learn the difference.” I rolled my eyes.

It's not funny" the both turned to me at the same time and I raised both hands in the air.” "Pardon my terrible manners" I laughed and they joined in. It felt good to just be happy without any thoughts or anxiety about anything whatsoever. Soon we all got hungry and decided that it was time to return back to the house. Ashina decided to take a bath while Daniel and I went to see if we could found something to eat. We found some chicken and rice and decided to shower too before coming to eat. I opened the room door at exact time Ashina opened the bathroom door wrapped in a soft towel, making me lose concentration on any other thing "You look beautiful," I said, my eyes roaming her body withou